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And what if you found a pattern that
ran with your rough edges
told the stories you keep in an envelope
Which pried into your oppressed
memories with its wise and aged spines
And spun right into
the Madness that you just this moment found yourself in
That sprinkles its sequin moments on the
crystals of child-hood
That feels like the velvet wrapped ecstasy whose
invisible twin is Heartbreak
Which is the symmetry you long for
And a maze which encases all that
you hope you have full control over.